His Qi Sea, which had never been used before, showed signs that it could be filled.
Upon thinking briefly, Yu Ziqing understood that this thing was naturally most convenient for Qi Refining cultivators to use, just like the Demon Clan.
But he had never practiced Qi Refinement at all.
To just give up like that, Yu Ziqing was certainly not willing.
According to Old Yang's words, on the day when the moonlight was strongest, the Gengshen day, which occurs once every several decades to a hundred years, combined with the day when the Emperor's Liquid appears according to the Demon Clan's calendar, coalescing into one day.
Such an event might not happen even once in a thousand years.
With a shift in thought, Yu Ziqing steeled his heart; today, no one's words would matter, and as for other things, he could forgo taking them, but the food that heaven had fed to his mouth, if he didn't open his mouth, didn't extend his hand, it would be a sin to reject heaven's gift.
